Mother Zhao heaved a loud breath from her lungs, "It's not easy to do any of those things. Arcadia has been spreading its reach to different countries now."

Yang nodded in agreement. Bonaparte and a Xue could not even take Arcadia down entirely; they had merely injured them for a little. This is not an easy task, but there is a high chance that they will be able to succeed if the old geezers behind the Chinese government would work together with the countries that are affected by the group. When Yang saw her mother's worried face, he knew that with her influence, she could make them move.

"I think we need to collaborate with the Xues about this. We have to talk to Jerome Bonaparte since he has the connections needed to ask for other government's agreement." Yang said. He gulped from the shock when his mother glared at him after he had mentioned the Bonaparte's name. Suddenly, Yang remembered that his mother's best friend was the same woman who later become Jerome Bonaparte's wife.

Mother Zhao stayed silent for a while before she broke the tenseness by commenting, "We cannot have Mei Li near while this operation is ongoing."

Yang was horrified at that sentence, "You can't send my fiance away! We aren't Jerome Bonapart and Xue Mu Lan."

Grandpa Zhao took a book on the side table and threw it on Yang's head, the youngest CEO evaded as if he had done it numerous times. He made another book and tried to hit his grandson again but failed. Grandpa Zhao then said, "How about letting her come with us on a trip. It is the time where I inspect the restaurants I have all over the world. I can take her with me in an excuse to have her manage my restaurants."

Yang sneered at his grandfather, "You cheap old man, you just want to retire early that's why you want Mei Li to inherit your business."

Embarra.s.sed for being seen through his plans, Grandpa Zhao cleared his throat. He wasn't as young as he was before, so transferring the burden he carried into another shoulder would give him more wiggle time to spend his time with his family. After coming into a decision, the three people went back to their seats on the table as if they hadn't talked about bombing an island in Greece.

"I saved your dessert," Mei Li told Yang. With a grateful heart, Yang took it and almost cried when the cheesecake was already eaten into half. His hateful glare was staring straight to her eyes.

The painter laughed sheepishly and made excuses, "It looked too good."